Sickest liberation
Caitlyn Kiramman comes from a long generation of women leading the family, she’s always been serious, meticulous, excellent, (Vi might even say rigid, with no sense of humor). She has followed authority from when she was strictly led by her mother, to being enrolled as an enforcer in Piltover’s side of the Bridge of Progress.
But as Cait grew, she sympathized with authority. The feeling of control over something, someone, she loved it.
She’s always wanted to take the lead on the newest, biggest case from when she was an enforcer, for the sake of justice. Caitlyn loved to bury her head in various subjects, it almost became an art. How she can learn anything within no time, fascinating.
Which led to the moment she first laid eyes on Pink, as the reports from the Stillwater Prison folder reads, in a short description of Inmate #516. When she reached, - After travelling down tens of floors, walking past cells left and right in a dark, long and cold corridor – The cell that contained the one who knocked out her only witness of the Silco case at the time.
She stopped for a second, and stepped across the red tape line, she felt like she had entered a danger zone, like she might find a boss or something.
The sight of this strong, inked back, caught her eyes between just a few rays of cold blue lights, imprisoned in grey cement walls, a streak of uneven cut pink hair running down her neck as she turned her face around… Six ?
No,
Their conversation runs loose on Cait’s mind, this soft voice on this sharp body, she remembers every sentence.
“My sunny personality”,
“Hum… Bummer”
“Can you just send in whoever’s gonna kick the shit out of me so I could get on with my night?”
It’s Vi, tattooed on her pale, round cheek, below her silver eyes she locked in for a brief instant. At least that’s what she deduced. As a detective, you must always be one step ahead, investigating… Anything really.
The sweet, sometimes raspy voice Vi lets out coils directly around Cait’ heart, stealing beats here and there as she goes from curious, to concerned, to offended as Vi demands freedom in exchange of guidance in the lanes.
“Undercity’s gonna eat you alive” Vi said, her hands hanging from the rusty metal bars, as she eyed down Cait walking away.
Caitlyn stopped to admit herself she didn’t know the undercity and going there alone was a great risk. She couldn’t ask Jayce, even if he looked strong, she knew he never had an actual fight; plus, they had a dispute earlier that day, and a Councilor doesn’t really fit in the lanes…
A councilor.
That day, Caitlyn came back a few hours later, and in her own way got to free Vi from her cell, after being held for 7 years for no reason, though repeatedly reported for being extremely dangerous and harmful towards other inmates.
In what mad world did she trust someone like her?
Yet, here she was, stepping foot to a prison cell, like it all began, the sight of Vi’s strong back facing the wall, panting, like she was trying to merge into it, to disappear.
She picked up the set of keys on the floor, a couple feet from the rusty metal door of the cell.
Vi rapidly looked over her shoulder, out of breath.
“Had a feeling I might find you here” Caitlyn said as the keys jangled while she opened the gate. She lied, she had no “feeling”, she hoped she’d fin the woman she loves in that cell, she’d hoped Vi chose herself.
“I really believed she’d help” She gulped,
“Say it. You told me so
I was an idiot to trust her, I went behind your back
I chose wrong every time
And because of it...” she puts her hands behind her neck, pushing her forehead even more into the wall
She bleeds out a cry, “I’ve lost everyone”.
Cait exhales but doesn’t miss a beat in her steps. She immediately joins Vi, leans on her shoulder against the wall, a foot from her.
“You really think I needed all the guards at the Hexgates?” She smirked flirtatiously,
Vi lifted her face, her eyes widened as the realization hits. Not everytime. A short breath as she thought the words.
She took a quick look at Caitlyn’s lips, a shot of excitement jumped through her pupils.
“Sorry to say, you’ve grown a bit predictable”
Vi’s hand guided herself to Cait’s jaw, gripping it closer as she jumped on her mouth. She wanted the crash of their lips so bad; she moaned out before their lips met.
Cait was taken aback by the first few rounds of Vi’s tongue on her teeth. She opened her eyes, twice, to make sure this was real, just a second before Vi opened hers, making sure that what she was doing was okay, “Not everyone” she thought.
She was used to... initiate, with Vi.
First to hold hands, first to kiss, first I Love You’s through the eyes, Caitlyn loved the feeling of unleashing, little by little, the beast inside Vi. Telling her it’s okay to love, it’s okay to feel.
But this time, she had to catch up Vi’s pace, because she won’t stop what she’s doing, and Caitlyn fucking loves that. She feels each of the atoms of Vi’s hands gliding on her neck, lightly choking from love and excitement, she yearns for more, if she could crawl in that flesh forever, maybe she’ll find peace.
Finally, she pushes herself against Vi’s hips, closing her arms around her lower back, slowly caressing up. Not breaking the kiss, never breaking the kiss.
Vi broke it though, which left, for a split second, Caitlyn’s lips and tongue grasping on nothing, what felt like forever searching for lips to smack again, hoping she could taste more of her love. They both moaned at the feeling of their lips separated.
Vi’s mouth travelled, leaving hot saliva trails down her neck, to the sensible creak of her collarbone. Her hands still not leaving Cait’s neck, as her mouth fails to shut, in absolute awe of the feelings tingling down her body, making a pit stop in her stomach, to a small pool in her panties.
She felt weight off her shoulders. It could have been the feeling of finally being free of loving Vi, but it was her jacket that Vi had pushed away, gaining more access to Cait’s upper body.
They kiss again, so passionate, dirty and raw, moaning loud melodies together, while their tongues smashed, battling for ascension. Their moans and hums echoed in the empty prison, the reverb of the stone walls and metal fences bouncing back on them.
Cait’s eyes widened “Uh-Listen!” She pulled back, stressfully gulped.
Vi panicked too,
“While you were gone, I, I saw someone…” she couldn’t look Vi in the eyes saying those words… So scared she might have made the wrong choice.
« Cait, I don’t fucking care » those words vibrated through Caitlyn’s spine as Vi pressed her hands around her lover’s jaw. She caught her breath one more time before coming back to Caitlyn’s lips.
She felt shivers, she cupped Vi’s face in the palm of her hands as they kissed, soldering their lips together for one heavy kiss.
Caitlyn pulls away, time for both to take another breath, they swayed from side to side with their foreheads glued.
Caitlyn gently pushed her against the wall, a small thud as Vi’s ass bounced on it, without a warning, Cait pressed her knee between Vi’s thighs, this move made her whimper and bury her face into Cait’s neck,
Vi couldn’t know how she felt in this precise moment, but she never wanted Cait to back down. She whined and bucked her hips further onto Cait’s thigh. Hurried her head inside the crook of Cait’s neck, her hands slowly reaching her soft round ass.
« Cupcake that’s… » Cait cut her off with a small peck. Before taking a seductive step back. In the flick of a second her hand went from the hem of her shirt to waving away in the prison cell, tossing her shirt away.
There she stood bare front before the woman she loves.
« Bet that surprises you » she scoffed though her eyes as she rolled them and blew a strand of dark blue hair from her face.
Vi was unsure of the things she’d felt, touched or even seen. Everything seemed so unreal, Cait’s breath caressing her cheeks, the perfect, William pear shape of her toned breast, shining two, dark pink nipples, looking at her. But it got real when Cait lifted her hands towards her shirt, undoing the two buttons located at the base of her left shoulder.
She slowly pulled down the tank top as Vi rolled her shoulder to help, still mesmerized from the view she had, and Cait had gotten closer, her touch instantly chilling the inches of skin she stroked, like a mage bewitching her subject.
The way those shoulder blades moved made Cait shiver, she traced and gazed down Vi’s shoulders, breast and stomach with a mesmerized look until she saw the bandage on Vi’s abdomen.
She so softly enchanted it with her fingers. Vi could swear the pain went away.
She grabbed onto Cait’s arm and pulled her in closer than ever. Their tongues and bodies swayed back and forth, Vi’s hands at Cait’s neck, Cait’s hands on the crease of Vi’s back.
Cait pushed Vi against the wall again, her left arm rubbing between her neck and the stone wall, the other caressing down from the collarbone to… She moans.
Vi turned Cait around, and slightly pushed her against the wall, they looked at each other for an instant.
« Let me feel you now » is all Cait read through Vi’s eyes, she was shocked but so aroused to see someone expressing the desire to take care of her so much, without even saying a word. She couldn’t refuse it.
Vi tried unbuttoning Cait’s pants, but her fingers fumbled around, she saw a light smile above her eyes.
Vi lifted her head slightly. The vision was clearer than ever.
Both topless, almost touching, face to face with giant smirks on both faces, a little laugh escaped them both.
Cait helps unbutton her pants playfully unaware of what was going to happen down there.
Vi, like flashbacks from the war, slid her hand down Cait’s pants as soon as she heard them open.
She thrusted with her hip onto her hand. To rub and apply more pressure to Cait’s clit,
Cait in response jumps of shock and pleasure, trying to grasp onto Vi’s broad shoulders, but struggling as if she was spiraling down.
She throws her head back, to appreciate the moment, purposefully leaving a ton of space for Vi to mark her territory on her neck.
Vi took her fingers out gently, brushing over and up the entrance of the territory she’d marked, leaving Cait breathless.
She wanted to give it all in that prison cell.
Before she could get to think about it, she noticed Vi’s mouth drifting from her neck to her breast where she kissed one to grasp onto the other, she flicked her tongue and nibbled at Cait’s nipple. She bit her lower lip in response, clutching Vi’s hair.
Vi hugged Cait’s lower back as she lowered down and left a trail of kisses on her meal’s perfect flat and toned stomach, still a breast cupped in between her fingers. Cait could see her own body’s reaction to whatever Vi was doing to her. She could also see those silver eyes never, ever, ever leaving her own as she went further down.
They had practically never broken off eye contact, devouring each other’s company, speaking through their dilating and retracting pupils as the excitement pulsed through their bodies. This has been going on for so long.
She felt the passion growing, and felt like she needed to prove she could take it. So suddenly she looks straight at Vi, who is still going down. Now leading kisses on her hips and pelvic bone, playfully hovering around where Cait wanted, needed her the most.
Cait hardened her eyes « Praise me » they said. Vi executed. After stirring around the pot for what felt like ages, Vi couldn’t hold it in anymore either.
One, long lick from bottom to top made Cait whimper by the excess of pleasure.
Then she stopped at what felt more sensitive under her tongue, circles around it 2 times before Cait gasped, rolled her eyes, almost crossing them.
Cait couldn’t stand on her feet anymore from what Vi was giving to her, but she didn’t want to let it all go.
« Vi…. My legs… I can’t…» she shakes, knees barely resisting the weight Vi puts on her spot. She had never heard Cait’s voice like that before. She laid flat on Vi’s back, breathing heavily, causing Vi to back off, saving herself from being crushed between Cait’s chest and thighs… She regretted leaving that place.
Caitlyn picked herself up, sitting on her heels, her back up straight against the wall, knees parted around Vi’s hips. They both needed a second to breathe. Vi was on her knees, when she saw Cait’s naked body, she grabbed it and pulled it against her, choking her in a warm hug “You’re gonna get cold” she muffled, her cheeks in her collar bone, her hands pampering Cait’s back.
Suddenly, Kiramman had a brief flashback at how she tackled Vi to the ground a few days prior at Viktor’s village, after not seeing her for months.
She remembered how she hid her smile when she was on top of the one who had made her fall to her knees just now.
How, when she covered her face with a fabric sack, she wanted to kiss her scarred lips. She didn’t, not because it wasn’t right, but because she wanted to tease, she felt like it wasn’t the right time yet, that they could hold it a little longer for this exact moment.
Why else would she pause at the lone sight of Vi’s perfect, dark lips?
Cait had put so much effort into building this lingering attraction between the two of them, making sure she controls every part of it
She noticed Vi had grabbed onto her calves, pulling her to sit her down gently.
As Cait subconsciously followed her move, her back gliding down the wall, her legs on both sides of Vi’s knees, she found herself sat up against the wall, inches from Vi’s lips.
She put one hand on Vi’s chest. Softly pushing her away.
She huffed, blushing bright red. “I’ll take it from here » She said as she rubbed down chest, gliding her fingers around the perfectly round tits, guided by reddish-brown nipples, making her way downtown, unbuttoning in one swift pinch Vi’s ripped enforcer pants.
Vi, who had witnessed the scene without a word, looked up to her, a frown on her face, a slight questioning tilt. She denied her attempt.
« You’re not taking anything »
Vi’s eyes darkened.
Straightening her back, she clutched her hands deep into the crease of Caitlyn’s waist, pulling her hips further from the wall, laying her down. pulled her moving left naked leg over her right shoulder and stuck her tongue deep inside Cait. She broke the eye contact to lead her attention to Cait’s pulsing clit
This happened in a split second, one moment Cait was asserting dominance, wanting to take care of Vi’s desiring soul. The next, she threw her hair back with such force she almost hid her head on the brick prison wall.
She gasped loudly, unable to close her mouth, hot breaths steaming out of her face.
She still had Vi’s hair in her hand, she pushed her closer to her insides, rolled her hips at the motion of Vi’s tongue.
Vi was silent, focused, mapping each corner of Cait’s body with her whole.
She felt the raw pleasure expressing through uneven nerves bursts pinned down Cait’s clit. She kept going, adjusting her pace to what she saw on Caitlyn’s face, aiming to put an end to Cait’s suffering.
Short breaths and pants accompanied Caitlyn’s pounding chest. She tensely elongated herself, her limbs spread out, the extremities curled up from the waves of intense pleasure. The sound of it all was Angelical. You could almost hear a song treble through the pleasure.
She did feel she was reaching heaven; she tried to gather her thoughts before rolling nonsense on her tongue, her words landing in Vi’s ears.
Vi was so focused she didn’t even hear any words coming from Cait’s mouth; just the pure sound of whimpers and grunts, sounding like a lullaby.
She was on a mission; nothing could distract her from what had to be done.
Vi’s tongue was rolling deep inside Cait’s cunt, her nose was bouncing on and off the extremely sensitive clitoris.
In a split second, she noticed Cait almost levitating, she felt her tongue clutched between her thighs, a deep, heartfelt cry escaped Cait’s mouth. Vi could feel a flow of cum gaining her tongue. She gave it one big slurp. It made Cait’s body vibrate as she drank her down.
She whined one more time, her mouth open, it total shock of what had happened to her she felt fantastic, Vi extracted her face from Caitlyn’s inner thighs, giving her a good look, bringing their faces closer.
« So fucking fantastic » Cait exclaimed for the first time avec admitting herself she was Vi’s little bitch for the past couple of minutes. She grabbed Vi’s face and gave it a soft kiss. The kind that is too full of love. Vi grunted, expressing that she wanted more, no, she needed more.
“Damn, who ARE you?” Cait chucked as she recovered from the experience.
“You don’t know me, Cupcake?” Vi said as she enclosed Cait once again against the cold prison wall, she took both her hands that were hanging next to Cait’s long body and pulled them above her head, locking her in place, lips inches apart. Vi’s eyes were dark, seductive, comforting in a way Cait had never felt danger around them. Those eyes protected and cherished with force.
Caitlyn’s inside almost collapsed at this sight, but she composed herself and retorted with an even darker gaze.
“Actually, I think I forgot myself.” Cait replied, with the biggest smirk she could pull. Glancing down Vi’s lower lip, then staring back at her eyes.
Vi was looking intensively at Cait’s lips. Cait gently pushed her away, mentioning she had a job to do and people to protect.
She scoffed, letting out a small laugh as they helped each other pick their clothes from the cold, dusty floor.
As they were ready to go, they both glanced behind them, looking at that empty prison cell they had sinned in.
“The gods will not be happy about this one.” Cait said, jokingly
“I think they witnessed the sickest liberation ever” Caitlyn smiled, didn’t say a word and tucked her vest straight, stepping forward.
Vi rushed and grabbed onto Cait’s hand and started running, while giggling and laughing so happily, reliving the entire wild scene that had just happened in their heads.
She doesn’t recognize herself in the things she did, but they felt so right to do. How can you blame her? She had never touched anyone like that before.